Soon were lost in a maze of sluggish and devious waters, Which, like a network of steel, extended in every direction. Over their heads the towering and tenebrous boughs of the cypress Met in a dusky arch, and trailing mosses in mid-air Waved like banners... Littell's Living Age - Page 3801849Full view - About this book
| David Miller - 1989 - 368 pages
...its natural correlative in the swamp, as in, for example, Henry Wadsworth Longfellow's Evangeline: Over their heads the towering and tenebrous boughs...cypress Met in a dusky arch, and trailing mosses in mid-air Waved like banners that hang on the walls of ancient cathedrals. Deathlike the silence seemed,... | |
| Klaus Martens - 1989 - 236 pages
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| Richard M. Hogg, Norman Francis Blake, Suzanne Romaine, Roger Lass, R. W. Burchfield - 1992 - 828 pages
...approximation to the rhythms of prose, as in (32a), or conversational speech, as in (32b): (32) a. They, too, swerved from their course; and, entering...like a network of steel, extended in every direction. (Longfellow 1847) b. Take off your coat to it, Philip, cried Lindsay, outside in the garden . . . Take... | |
| Alice Ilgenfritz Jones - 2001 - 428 pages
...and, leaning back in her chair with hands folded upon the open book, murmured half inaudibly : — " Over their heads the towering and tenebrous boughs...cypress Met in a dusky arch, and trailing mosses in mid-air Waved like banners that hang on the walls of ancient cathedrals. Death-like the silence reigned,... | |
| Charles L. Cutler - 2002 - 276 pages
...curious (though not unworthy) relic of John Eliot's great Algonquian Bible. BAYOU Mysterious waterways They, too, swerved from their course; and entering...cypress Met in a dusky arch, and trailing mosses in mid-air Waved like banners that hang on the walls of ancient cathedrals.* So wrote Henry Wadsworth... | |
| Roger W. Benoit - 2005 - 294 pages
...Sweeps with majestic curve the river away to the eastward . . . and, entering the Bayou of Plaquemine, Over their heads the towering and tenebrous boughs.... . . Met in a dusky arch, and trailing mosses in mid-air Waved like banners that hang on the walls of ancient cathedrals. Longfellow Anne Thibodeau... | |
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